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Summer just isn’t summer without Jason, a native of Amarillo, Texas, visiting his beloved Papa in Detroit, Michigan. But this summer is like no other, and the antics are almost more than Jason can handle. After a visit to the pet shop and a sudden parade of surprises, the fun-seeking 11-year-old ends up with an entire menagerie of zany critters. The result is one hilarious misadventure after another as he copes with the demands of his new animal friends and learns the meaning of responsibility. Papa and Jason’s Backyard Zoo is book six in Curtis L. Ivery and Angela Ivery’s popular Papa and Jason series, that includes Papa Take My Hand, Papa and Jason Meet The Rivershark, Papa and Jason Go to Africa. Papa and Jason’s Christmas Magic and How Papa and Jason Chased Away the Bullies.

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Publié par	Trafford Publishing
Date de parution	01 février 2023
Nombre de lectures	2
EAN13	9781698713892
Langue	English

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Papa and Jason’s BACKYARD ZOO

ANGELA IVERY & CURTIS L. IVERY

© Copyright 2023 Angela Ivery & Curtis L. Ivery. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.
ISBN: 978-1-6987-1391-5 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1390-8 (hc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1389-2 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023900855
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COVER DESIGN AND ILLUSTRATIONS: Boris Kim GRAPHIC DESIGN: Jasmine Harris of Cr8ive Minds
Trafford rev. 01/17/2023
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Dedicated to Noah, Myles, and Mason
CONTENTS
Chapter 1Which Way Did He Go?
Chapter 2Do Dreams Come True?
Chapter 3The Sneaky Stranger
Chapter 4Looking for Mr. Nexit
Chapter 5Papa’s Hiccups
Chapter 6One Big Mess
Chapter 7The Stare Down Contest
Chapter 8A Wild and Crazy Nightmare
Chapter 9Puddles to The Rescue
Chapter 10Mr. Spike’s Big Secret
Chapter 11Turtles and Tattletales
Chapter 12Friendly Neighborhood Dragons
Chapter 13Fumbling and Tumbling through The Darkness
Chapter 14Fidget Goes Berserk
Chapter 15Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Chapter 16The Big Reward
Iguana Fun Facts
Vocabulary Words

ONE Which Way Did He Go?
Papa reached into a large cage and pulled out a light-brown puppy with huge, round eyes and black spots all over his back.
“Those spots look like puddles,” Jason laughed as Papa handed him the puppy. “That’s what I think I’ll call him. His name is Puddles.”
“Well, well, well,” said Papa, “naming him already? I thought I’d get a chance to come up with a few suggestions.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Jason said. “What would you like to call him, Papa?”
Papa walked over to the pet store counter and opened his wallet. “Puddles is a fine name,” he said, winking at Jason. “I’m just teasing you.”
After Papa finished paying for Puddles, he and Jason walked out of the store with their new puppy and a plastic bag filled with squeaky doggie toys, a blue collar with bells, a super long leash, and lots of chewy treats. Jason was holding Puddles and laughing as he squirmed in his arms and licked his chin and cheeks.
“Hold on to him tight,” Papa said. “Puppies are frisky. They can get away.”
But it was too late. Puddles was squeezing out of Jason’s arms and climbing over his shoulder. Jason hugged him tighter. But that wasn’t enough to get Puddles under control. He leapt onto the ground and Jason fell beside him, gripping his hind legs. Puddles whined and Papa pulled a collar and leash out of the plastic bag.
“Here, keep this collar on him at all times,” Papa said.
Jason stood up and held on to Puddles with all of his might while his papa buckled the collar around his neck.
“There,” he said, as he and Jason left the store. “Now make sure you have him on a leash every time you take him outside. Okay?”
Jason didn’t answer. He was placing Puddles onto the sidewalk and peeking in the window of the exotic animal shop next door. This shop was much larger than the one where Puddles once lived. It was filled with assorted cages of all sizes and spacious glass containers. Jason pressed his ear against the window and wondered why he didn’t hear a single sound. None of the animals were howling, chirping, or barking.
“Wait a minute,” Papa said. “We have a dog. I know you’re not thinking of getting a cat!”
“No, not a cat! Papa, look at the poster on the door.”
Papa looked past Jason and noticed a picture of an ugly creature that looked like it was part dinosaur and part outer space alien. Beneath the picture were five words written in bright red marker:
IGUANA ON SALE: HALF P RICE.
“Oh no, don’t even think about it,” Papa laughed. “You’re not getting an iguana, no matter how cheap it is. Come on, Jason.”
Jason didn’t budge. He continued gazing through the window and noticed that a fat yellow snake was curled up in the corner of a long showcase as if preparing to attack.
“Wow, look, Papa, look!” Jason said again.
Papa turned and watched as the snake sprang out of its coiled pose and snatched a mouse scurrying on the side of the glass.
“Cool,” said Jason.
“Not cool,” said Papa, “let’s go.”
“Okay,” Jason said. But instead of walking behind his papa, he kept staring at the critters on display. In a clear box near the long snake, he saw a big, bubble-eyed tree frog with three curved fingers on each hand. Next to the frog’s space, there was a container that held three turtles and a fifteen-inch dragon lizard with fringes jutting from the top of its head like a fancy crown.
“Whoa! Look at that,” yelled Jason.
“Let’s go,” Papa repeated.
But just as Jason was about to walk away, he spotted the main attraction—a large iguana proudly pacing in front of the window. Jason tapped on the window and tried to get its attention.
“Hi, Mr. Iguana, can you hear me?” he yelled.
“Jason, can you hear me?” Papa asked. “I said let’s go.”
“Yes, but look, Papa, that iguana is trained. He’s out of his cage, walking around.”
Papa stopped and glared at the two-foot long scaly beast strolling along the window ledge.
“No kidding! Look at him,” he laughed. “That’s a big one. I didn’t even know those things grew that large.”
“And don’t forget it’s on sale,” Jason smiled.
“An iguana, huh?” Papa shook his head. “I still can’t believe how large it is.”
“It’s so cool,” Jason said.
Papa and Jason couldn’t take their eyes off all the creatures in the shop. There was a black scorpion in a case on the opposite side. The scorpion was standing in place and rattling its tail. And there was a dark cave far in the background that reminded Jason of a rock-climbing wall. From the window, Jason could see the glowing eyes of a small gray bat peering from a wide opening in the cave. Right next to it, he saw an enormous aquarium underneath a sign that read “Miniature Piranhas.”
But the iguana had most of Jason’s attention. It was green and looked prehistoric with its bulging eyes and baggy, wrinkled skin. A green bulge hung below its chin and a row of crazy spikes jutted from the top of its spine, all the way from its neck to its tail.
For some reason, he couldn’t stop staring at the iguana. And for some reason, it stopped moving and seemed to stare back. It stood as still as a statue.
“I think it likes me,” Jason said.
Papa grinned and nudged Jason playfully. “Get out of here. You really think so?”
“Yes, and you know what else? This reminds me of the time we went to Africa.”
“Almost, but not quite,” Papa said. “The creatures in this window are a lot creepier than lions.”
Jason was quiet for a while and Papa could tell he was up to something.
“Um, Papa,” he blurted out, “can I—”
“No,” Papa answered before Jason could finish. “I’m not changing my mind. Your parents wouldn’t let you bring a lizard into their home in Texas, why should I let you have one here?
“I don’t know,” Jason shrugged. “Because . . . because Detroit is different.”
Papa sighed.
“It’s your summer vacation. Do you really want to spend it babysitting both a puppy and an iguana?!”
Jason thought for a moment.
“But I’m eleven years old. I know how to take care of pets.”
Papa shook his head.
“Can we at least go inside?” Jason begged. “I just want to look.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
Suddenly, the iguana started rocking back and forth in slow motion. It was still staring in Jason’s direction.
“Well, I guess the iguana isn’t giving up and neither are you,” Papa laughed.
“Does that mean I can go inside?” Jason asked.
“Okay, but just for a minute,” Papa said. “We have to get home, and besides, I think Puddles will go wild in a store like this, especially with an iguana on the loose. Right, Puddles?”
Papa reached down to pick up Puddles, but he didn’t see him. He glanced to his left and back to his right. He caught his breath and his heart began to pound.
“Jason . . .” he said nervously, “Jason, did you accidentally let go of the leash?”
Jason turned around in a hurry. He and his papa had been so busy looking at weird reptiles, they had forgotten to keep an eye on their new puppy.
“Oh no! Oh no!” Jason screamed.
“Try to stay calm, we’ll find him,” Papa said.
“Puddles!” Jason called out.
“Puddles!” Papa shouted.
Jason looked both ways and panicked.
“Puddles,” he yelled again. “Here, boy! Here, boy!”
Papa and Jason ran around the outdoor strip mall, past the pet store and behind a bakery that smelled like fudge brownies and strawberry cheesecake. But all they found was a garbage dumpster and a bunch of cardboard boxes.
“Where is he, Papa? Where is he?” Jason cried.
“Puddles! Here, boy!” Papa yelled over and over.
Papa and Jason rushed to the other end of the alley and searched behind another dumpster. Then Jason left his papa behind and raced down a short side street. When he returned ten minutes later, he was out of breath and tears were rolling down his cheeks.
“This is all my fault, Papa, all my fault,” he said. “Puddles is gone!”